goodnight sweet prince.

[ofkirkwall]

Who: marian hawke & you!
Broadcast: fleetwide text.
Action: ss tourist.
When: post-shuffle.


[ Marian waits a few hours before she sends out the message and checks a couple of times to be absolutely sure. She'd love to say that it's fine, that they're home now, but it doesn't feel fine. Thedas is still royally screwed in so many different ways and Anders.... There is no way he would have returned absent his ghostly roommate.

Ugh, this sucks. ]

friends of adalwolfe hawke and anders
i have some sad news you give you
they are no longer on the fleet and have gone back to thedas
so yeah

sorry

[ The message ends there, though if someone tried to look for Hawke herself they'd find her aboard the Tourist in her own room for once. The door isn't locked, in fact it is partly ajar, and she sitting on her bed with Dog laying obnoxiously across her lap. ]

Comments

[ofkirkwall]

[ Ah, she was waiting for this. She wants to say it'll be okay, that everything will turn out fine, but she can't. It doesn't feel right to do that, not to her. ]

have you met dog
you should come meet dog
hed love to meet you

[brainiest]

Dog? Is that the name of your dog?

[ She's not in the least bit surprised, actually. ]

If you don't mind. I'd love to.

[ofkirkwall]

yup
we dont mind dog loves meeting new people
though i should warn you he likes to lick

[brainiest]

I think I'd like to stop by, then. Your ship?

[ofkirkwall]

best choice
dog is trying to act like a pillow so moving isnt much of an option

[brainiest]

I'll be there soon, then. I'll leave my cat at home.